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Waiting for the bus, part 12,397. Campbell Street, Hobart. August 2010.

Want a list? This comes to mind: Five Feelings Other Than Joy, Love And Happiness That Come With Having Children (That They Don't Often Talk About)!

  • Frustration


  • Anger


  • Resentment


  • Exhaustion


  • Ennui

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Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi! kris,
Thanks, for sharing your list...Whenever I have children, I will remember your...five words!
Now, when it comes to the quote...I did!
I hope that you, Jen, Henry, Ezra and your father (parents) have a lovely week-end too!
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
12 September 2010 at 09:38
Carola said…
Your list is very true. I like to add Worry / Anger.

Kris, you can find my questionnaire on my blog http://areyouhere-areyouthere.blogspot.com/
12 September 2010 at 16:52
Sue said…
Another I often feel...RELIEF.
Felt it just tonight when Cody came home from two days hiking/camping on his own at Wilson's Promontory this weekend. Relieved he came home safe.
Relief when I find Zac home safe in his bed after a night out.
Just two examples out of many.
But I don't think I have ever felt ennui.
12 September 2010 at 20:16
Roddy said…
You have children. When would you have time for boredom? Don't they keep you active 25 hours out of 24? I can't say that I ever got bored with you and Jase around.
Tenebres a la lumiere. I am at work, but enjoying myself none the less. Thank you.
12 September 2010 at 21:43
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I have plenty more words where they came from. Yesterday morning was not a harmonious one in the household, due to the attitude of a certain three-and-three-quarters-year-old who shall remain unnamed!

Carola, that too! I enjoyed your answers!

Sue, I'm not quite there yet. They rarely leave our sight.

Roddy, BAH!
13 September 2010 at 14:35
Roddy said…
The black sheep is back is he?
13 September 2010 at 18:46
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